The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The house breathes. You hear it before you see it, a slow, rhythmic expansion of plaster and wood that smells of damp earth and old paper. You are twelve, or perhaps thirteen, the years having lost their distinct edges in the grey fog of your childhood. You stand in the center of the drawing room, the floorboards creaking under your bare feet. The room is vast, a cathedral of dust motes dancing...

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